The two had struggled for a little bit once the large lion had found out what the smaller male had done, but their fight, if it could even be called as such, was short lived, as there was just simply no way for the black maned male to match the larger crimson furred feline's strength and battle prowess, as could be seen by how, after rolling around together with their fangs bared and their claws unsheathed from their paws, the king of the Pride Lands finally slammed his sibling into the torn grass underneath him. The pair panted heavily from their respective vantage points, saliva dripped free from the edge of their muzzles even as they snarled in anger at one another, however the black maned lion lowered his lips over his yellowed incisors once the older male placed more pressure onto the paw which was slowly crushing the other's throat. It was only after he was sure that his brother had accepted his defeat that the victorious lion spoke.

"When are you ever going to learn, Taka?" Mufasa asked as he looked down at his younger brother from where the other was shivering underneath his huge golden furred paw.

"D-don't call me that!" The black maned lion hissed as he looked up at his older sibling with burning green orbs. 

"As you wish, Scar." Mufasa scowled while glaring down at the smaller lion underneath his hold. "When are you ever going to learn?"

"The second you jump off a cliff." Scar growled while baring his fangs up at his brother. 

"Thankfully for me that will never happen." The red maned lion snorted in disdain. He would never admit how much it hurt for him to hear that his brother still wished for his death, however there was no changing the fact that Taka still hated him for what he believed was a perceived slight against him. "And thankfully for you I won't be taking your life today," Mufasa narrowed his crimson iris as he whispered his next words. "even though by all rights I should do so." 

"Do it!" Scar growled, his entire body trembling in anger as he challenged the leader of the Pride Lands. 

The two lions stared at each other for several seconds in silence following this outburst. The savannah around them seemed to hold its breath as even the once flowing breeze ceased to blow itself across the twilight coated land. 

Mufasa could only sigh wearily as he slowly raised his paw up from off of the other male's throat. 

"That's what I thought." Scar chuckled as he gazed up in victory. Pulling back and allowing Scar to stand on his four legs once again the red maned lion watched as the lankier form of the other feline shuddered right before Scar shook himself free of the dirt which clung to his dark mane and wiry pelt of fur. "You may like to think that you have the ability to 'do what is necessary' but we both know that you're all talk, dear brother." Scar snorted as he turned back to look the larger male in the face.

Mufasa didn't think as he lashed out at his brother with one of his paws. 

Scar's head was immediately whipped to the side from the force of the blow, though luckily enough for him his older sibling's claws hadn't been set outside of the holders which contained the other lion's deadly weapons, otherwise blood would have filled the air, not to mention stained the ground beside the pair. Scar could only blink when registered what exactly had just happened to him. Slowly turning his head back to stare owlishly at Mufasa the black maned lion could say nothing as the larger feline gazed back at him with a heated scowl for which pain and sorrow and anger mixed together to give the other a visage that reminded Scar so much of their father. For a moment the two lion's said nothing as they merely looked at one another, the light of the dying sun stretched out over them bathing them a crimson hue which seemed to paint them as both being bloodstained.

"You're banished for a month." Mufasa stated simply making Scar's green eyes shoot wide. "Use that time to think about what you've done, Taka." Mufasa turned away from his brother after that.

Just as he was about to lop back to Pride Rock to rest something caught itself across the red maned lion ears making his entire body freeze into place. Turning to regard his brother once more Mufasa let his jaw drop in sight disbelief at what he thought he thought he had just heard.

"What did you say?" He asked, sure that his mind had to have been playing tricks on him.

"I said you're a short dicked loser." Scar growled at his elder sibling, his face a picture of rage and contempt. "Just like you've always been!" 

Before Mufasa could supply a retort Scar flipped himself around and ran off into the distance. All the red maned lion could do was watch the other go off about his way, his sleek body eating up the distance between the two of them as he rushed off for parts unknown. It was only after the black maned feline was completely out of sight that Mufasa, now completely red in the face - though whether from shame or rage was hard to say - turned his head up to the sky. 

"Really, Taka?" He asked out loud. "You would sink that low?" Mufasa couldn't help but shake his head as he tried to silently ask his ancestors for help with his stubborn sibling.

Turning to go off about his way the red maned lion tried not to think about the hurtful words that his young brother had just thrown into his face, though it was rather hard to do, as that particular barb was one that had haunted Mufasa ever since he had been a cub. While having a small dick and balls was something that only affected a few lions in this day and age it was something that had been a source of frustration for the king of the Pride Lands, if only because Taka always brought it up. It was one of the reasons why he had worked to make himself into the biggest lion within their father's pride. To think that Taka would still lord his shameful body feature over him really hurt, however thankfully it hadn't stopped him from filling his mate's womb with the future king of the savannah. 

'Hopefully my son will have a larger rod than I do once he's born.' Mufasa thought silently.

Meanwhile Scar was having his own inner monologue, though it was one filled with darker thoughts, the likes of which made a deeper rage burn within his racing heart. 

'Stupid brother! What I would give to be bigger than him!' Even though he had shot through Mufasa's pride by reminding him that he had a short dick the still fact remained that the red maned lion was still bigger than him where it counted the most. That alone was enough to make Scar's plans to try and usurp the throne of the kingdom all the more difficult, as there was little next to nothing that he could do in order to try and take what he felt was rightfully his. 'What I would give to be able to finally get rid of him!' This thought had been fluttering throughout the black maned lion's mind for years now, it had become so potent that Scar had looked into various sources to try and get rid of the other male for years now, even going so far as to speak with an outcast member of Rafiki's tribe in order to learn of means which would secure him his place as ruler over the Pride Lands. However, nothing had come from any of his schemes; the mandrill he had spoken with had babbled something about him only being king when the prince fell from grace, which meant little next to nothing to the incensed Scar. At least he had gotten some polite amusement by having some of the hyenas demolish the other's home. 'I need to find something that will push my plans into action.' 

Scar allowed his thoughts to carry him across the savannah to the deadlands where a pride of lionesses had been festering about the land like a band of specters. The females had been easy enough for him to subdue, especially given that the black maned lion did not fight fair, however even after overcoming their leader and breeding with her, ensuring himself an heir in the process, Scar was left angier instead of joyful over what he had done. Without a kingdom or a throne to rule over then what was the use of a cub? That was something he had contemplated for a while now, though he didn't dwell on it for too long, as those thoughts only made him angerier. Thankfully it was easy enough to take his frustrations out on Zira's backside. The leader of the pride of lionesses was always good for a tumble within the dirt, especially with how needy she could be. A good thing that she always knew not to question him when he came up to her with that especially annoyed look on his dour face. Instead, the female simply rubbed herself against him and then turned around to present Scar with what he wanted. To which he gladly partook, several times over.

After a week of being with her Scar was much more calm inside, sadly he was also no closer to figuring out what exactly it was that he should do to toppel Mufasa from his seat of power. Most of his previous schemes were unusuable now since his brother would know how to spot them before they came to fruition and the new ones that he had literally dreamt up were stupid even by his standards. This left the black maned lion stalking out across the deadlands for hours on end trying to either hunt what little food there was out there or padding around in frustration in an attempt to come up with some plan or another. Things were helped along after one of the lionesses within Zira's pride let him know that a strange looking lion had been seen stalking their way across the savannah towards the Pride Lands. Intrigue made Scar question the female for more information before he silently took off in the direction the unknown feline was traveling. 

Because of the distance between the badlands and the Pride Lands it took Scar several hours to get to where he needed to be, however once he finally located the area for which the strange lion was said to have been traveling across Scar couldn't find anything. Irritation immediately made him want to turn around so that he could find the female in question and then bat her across the snout for wasting his time, and yet the black maned lion kept himself from doing so, mostly because he was able to find tracks showing him that someone much similar to himself had been around not that long ago. Making his way over to a fallen buffalo Scar looked over the dead animal with a level of shock coloring his muzzle, as it usually took both him and his brother, or several of the lionesses, to take one of the creatures down, especially if it was healthy. However the only tracks surrounding the ground where the dead buffalo lay belonged to a single creature, as they were all of one size with no variations between their width. The size and shape of the prints were something to behold, as when he pressed his paw into one of the muddy indents which had been left within the land Scar found that his limb was almost completely able to sit comfortably within the organic mould. 

This made the black maned lion balk for a second, as while he was not exactly a big lion, there shouldn't have been another lion around that was so big that his paw could be so easily dwarfed by the other's indent left within the ground. 

'This...didn't come from a lion.' Scar finally realized after recalling something he had been told by the mandrill that he had gone to see. 'Ohhh, what did that dumb baboon call that creature we spoke about again?' He asked silently while closing his eyes in order to recall the lessons he had been given by the exiled mystic. 

Scar couldn't recall what the mandrill had called the other and so he opened his eyes with a scowl. 

Snorting he shook his head and then turned to regard the dead buffalo once again. Seeing that most of the meat had been torn free from the animal the black maned lion decided that it wasn't worth the effort to try and pick through the scraps of meat and bone which had been left behind, instead he turned his head to regard the area in front of him. Thanks to the afternoon sun drifting behind his back, and the large hill he had planted his rump onto, Scar calculated that Pride Rock was about several dozen miles off in the distance. Given this information and the possible size of the one that had intruded into his lands the lanky feline realized that it would take whoever said creature was about a day or so to get to where seat of power within the Pride Lands lay, depending on what speed he was traveling at. 

'I wonder what this interloper is thinking?' Scar thought aloud as he tried to guess the other's thoughts.

Without knowing who the other creature was Scar could only make assumptions as to what exactly it was that was going on in the predator's mind. Obviously whoever had slain the buffalo didn't care about protocol or manners, as he had killed one of the Pride Land's own without getting permission from either him or Mufasa, this showed that said creature had no fear over his own ability. 

'Or hers.' Scar chuckled as the notion of a female being able to take such a large animal on her own was actually laughable to him. 

Snorting he shook his head while getting back on point with his thoughts. If the other believed themself to be so powerful then they would have no fear of the king of the Pride Lands. Did that mean that they were here to challenge Mufasa for the throne? If so then Scar was sure that he could possibly work in time with the other to help the unknown predator unseat his brother, however there was also the possibility that the other was simply passing through and didn't know any better. That had happened in the past once or twice, with a young lion making his way from his family pride to start his own, however, Mufasa was quick to chastise and then send the other off, though with only a warning and not with a face covered in claw marks as Scar would have done. The black maned lion scoffed, that was one of the reasons why he despised his older sibling so much. 

A soft heart was a swift way to end up dead in his opinion. 

Anyway, if the other was a simple traveler then they would be much harder to try and put to use, as those types of predators were simply making their way and didn't want much trouble. There was a possibility that Scar could utilize them in some fashion, however it would be hard to do so if he let them slip from his grasp. Grunting as he turned his head down to look at where the tracks were buried within the ground the lanky lion could tell that they were about a couple of hours old, so if he sprinted he could catch up to the other thanks to his superior speed, something Mufasa was unable to contend with on the best of days. Pulling himself up onto all fours the black maned feline knelt down and then sprang forward with all of the strength he could muster. His body quickly set itself into motion as it literally ate up the ground underneath his paws. 

Getting to where the intruder was turned out to be a rather simple affair, as Scar was able to find where his tracks ended quite easily, and yet finding the other proved to be something that went outside of the black maned lion's expectations, as he quite simply was tackled by something very large and very heavy. The ground proved to be quite unkind to him as Scar rolled around several times before coming to a stop. His green eyes blinked several times as his vision was washed by a hazy film of white that seemed to have no beginning nor end. When his gaze did finally clear up the sight in front of him was one that was dominated by a carpet of pink which dripped with drool down onto the front of his muzzle. The yellowed fangs which dominated the surrounding field in front of him told Scar that he was looking into the maw of whoever had pounced on him. Fear made him snarl and then slap the other across the face with a claw filled paw. 

The sound of a roaring bellow of pain followed with the creature above him, who seemed to possess orange fur covered in black stripes, snapping his head to the side. Scar was in motion before the other could recover. Throwing his head forward the smaller lion butted the other in the face making them tip backwards. Moving out from underneath the creature Scar set himself far enough away to look over the other to survey the predator before him, taking in the fact that whoever this was seemed to be bigger than both himself and Mufasa, and yet carried themself lower to the ground than either lion, before launching himself forward at the other. The black striped feline grunted as several hundred pounds of lion hit him in the chest forcing him down onto the verdant grass underneath his feet. 

Scar immediately set about striking at the other with his claws, the shorter fur of the strange feline protected the other only so much as before long the ground was covered in red streaks, however the intruder proved himself to be no pushover, as he bit into the black maned lion's foreleg causing Scar to scream in pain. When the other predator began to shake his head wildly Scar was forced to smack the striped predator once again in order to keep them from breaking his limb. Luckily enough for him his plan worked, but in backing himself away from the black striped feline he found himself tackled to the ground once more, though this time he was able to roll with the larger predator. Over and around the savannah the two engage in a vigorous struggle with one another as they tumbled around, however before long Scar found his strength, which was never something he could pride himself over, quickly being whittled away. This finally led to the lankier feline finding himself in the same position he had been in once before, though instead of his green eyes gazing into a pink maw which seemed to suggest his doom he found himself looking up into black orbs as a large white tipped paw planted itself firmly onto his throat. 

"I must admit," The other said in a voice that was thick with an accent that Scar couldn't exactly place. "I didn't expect you to put up such a struggle." 

"Y-you," Scar tried to say but it proved to be rather difficult as the air was being cut from his lungs. Seeing this the black striped feline pulled some of the pressure up from off of his neck, but only just enough to allow him to speak. "You didn't expect me to sit back and allow you to do as you please, did you?" 

"Yes, I did." The other sneered making Scar grunt in anger. "Though, I suppose that was a mistake on my part." He hissed, more than likely from the wounds that were now openly bleeding across his short furred form. "However, this is a lesson that will stay with me for the rest of my life, and yours, though the time you have on this earth is about to come to a swift end." The larger predator said as he opened his maw once again to showcase the interior of his dripping mouth to Scar.

Fear made the black maned lion think up several different plans to try and save himself, however all of them relied on his strength being a key factor, and at the time that element of his being was depleted. With that fact centered home within his mind the only thing that was left to Scar was to do what he hated the most. 

"Please don't eat me." He begged with as much dignity as one in his current situation could muster. 

"And why shouldn't I?" The unnamed feline asked with a chuckle filled with honest disdain. "You've injured me and my stomach craves food to use as fuel to repair the damage you have made upon my being." 

"I don't want to die." Scar said as though it should have been quite an obvious fact. 

"And I don't care. Make a better argument." The black striped feline demanded with a chuckle.

"I...uh...would make a poor meal since I'm nothing but skin and bone." Scar mentally blanched as he said these words. 

"I've eaten lesser meals, so that's not an issue." The other predator chuckled almost sadistically as he spoke these words.

"I can make you the king of the Pride Lands if you spare my life." Scar said simply.

When the white tipped foot moved away from his throat Scar let out a sigh he didn't even know he had been holding in. "You had my curiosity, now you have my attention. Talk. Quickly." The larger predator spat while glaring down at the other.

"I assume that you've come here because you wanted to take control over these lands." Scar wasn't sure how long the other's patience with him would last but he hoped that by imploring the other's sense of rationalism he would get himself out of this situation, after that he would decide how to handle things.

"Wrong." The larger male stated making Scar blink owlishly. "I was merely passing through."

"Well, as you have seen, there is more than enough food here, and very little competition for it." Scar stated, all the while the mental wheels were turning inside of his head with a level of speed that they could almost be seen churning within his green gaze.

"There's too much for my liking," The other predator snorted. "That's why I was hoping to thin the numbers, as it were." 

"Of course, but what if you could do so while gaining a number of females for yourself, on top of the respect of this entire kingdom?" Scar asked with a cruel smile covering his muzzle.

"I'd be intrigued, though I wonder how this would come to pass, and what you would want in return for all of these little gifts." The black striped feline was no one's fool, however the greed shimmering within his eyes was beautiful for Scar to see, as this character trait was always so easy for him to manipulate. 

"All I would ask is for two things." Scar said simply.

"Go on." The larger male grunted.

"One, I would ask that my life be spared." Scar did not want to die today, or any day in the near future. 

"Hmph. And what is the second request?" That the other didn't say no to this made hope flutter within the black maned lion's heart.

"I would ask that you allow me to stand underneath you after I aid you in conquering these lands." 

'Because it would then give me an opportunity to get rid of you later on.' Scar thought menacingly.

"Of course you would." The black striped feline chuckled darkly. 

Nothing was said between the pair for several seconds. Because of this they simply rested within their respective position as the sun dipped beyond the horizon casting shadows across the land. The cold breeze of the savannah made the black striped feline shiver slightly, and yet he didn't move from where he stood over Scar. Green eyes looked up with growing desperation into the black orbs which gazed down upon the other with a look that seemed to be judging their owner's worth. Slight terror filled Scar's mind when the other male let out an involuntary inhalation above him, the looming maw once again showering his gaze in a drooling pink field that drifted off into a yawning darkness. The rank scent of death and meat made the black maned lion shudder, as he just knew that he would soon become a part of the black depth.

"If I spare you life you will bend yourself before me." The unnamed feline said calmly. 

"W-what?!" Scar asked in stunned awe.

"I don't know anything about you, but I will make sure that you know who is in charge between us for however long I decide to allow you within my presence." The other predator stated calmly. 

"O-of course!" Scar could have screamed as he heard these words. 

It was the worst thing imaginable to have another male spend himself within one's backside, the knowledge that they had been taken by someone else was seen as a mark of shame, a slight against one's masculinity. That Mufasa had never demanded such a thing from him was one of the reasons why he tolerated his brother, however to think that this other male would order such a thing from made the lanky lion's stomach roll. The very idea was simply deplorable, and yet in this moment Scar couldn't see anyway out of the situation in question, especially given his current vantage point. 

"Hahah, how nice to know that you're so amicable to my declarations." The black striped feline chuckled with a look on his face that was so seethingly contemptuous that Scar wanted to growl at the other, however he kept his emotions in check. When the other pulled himself away from over his body Scar slowly rose up and shook himself off. "Now then," The other male said after the smaller feline cleared away the dirt and grass covering his body. "Turn around." 

"Y-yes, um…" Scar just realized that he didn't know the other's name or species just yet. 

"Shere Khan the tiger." The black striped feline said as he sauntered behind the black maned feline.

Several days later the plan had been put into motion. Scar went to Mufasa, who had not at all been pleased to see his brother, given that his sentence was not yet completed, however upon hearing that there was another male in the Pride Lands that was looking to contest his rulership the king went with his brother to where Shere Khan was waiting. Once the two larger males were set into place at a river bank Scar bolted away, not that this surprised Mufasa, however what the red maned lion didn't know was that his brother remained close at hand to watch over the processions. In his mind Scar figured that if Shere Khan was defeated that he could simply appear and kill the other proving to his brother that he could be trusted, and thereby earn the other's favor. 

The two males spoke at length and yet when Shere Khan refused to remove himself from the Pride Lands the king prepared himself to forcibly remove the other. The two flew through the air seconds later, with the tiger pouncing forward to clash in the air with the slightly smaller lion. Scar watched as his brother and Shere Khan bit and scratched at one another, their claws flashing in the light of the afternoon sun as they tried to rend the other apart one tuft of fur at a time. That the pair were evenly matched was something that surprised Scar, as he was sure that Shere Khan was stronger than his brother, however as their fight continued on the pair quickly began to pant in exhaustion. Watching as the breathless huffs parted from their maws Scar couldn't help but notice the sweat which pooled down the two large male's respective heads. Scar found himself slightly captivated by this, as he had only seen his brother get this worked up once before, and that had been when their father had been alive. Blood soon covered the ground at their feet as the pair suffered more and more wounds, however their respective strength wouldn't allow either male to falter, and so they continued on with their battle. Circling around one another several times in order to try and find an advantageous point that would allow them to strike a killing blow the pair locked themselves into a deathly dance that went on until the sun began to sink below the mountain beyond the Pride Lands. 

Mufasa gained the upper hand through his battle experience, as could be seen by how the lion, upon fienting to the left tackled Shere Khan to the ground. The tiger fought his hardest to try and get out from the pin yet the red maned lion simply dropped the fullness of his weight onto the other's front. Between his bleeding wounds and growing fatigue the black striped feline couldn't do much other than growl and hiss in anger. It was just as Mufasa was preparing to give one of his patent speeches to the other that Scar realized that he was presented with an odd choice. Thinking about how much he hated his brother and how much he didn't want to be under the other's rulership going forward Scar rushed out from where he had been hiding within the tall grass to bodyslam his brother in the side. The force of his attack made Mufasa let out of a roar of shock and surprise, and yet that was nothing compared to the painful yelp he let out as he found himself pushed off the edge of the bank down a nearby slope.

Khan, slightly surprised by what just happened, quickly made a bid to quickly capitalize on this odd change of events by making his way down to where Mufasa landed, mindful of the various branches and other elements which the king had slammed into on the way down. Once he got to where the red maned lion was he quickly pounced on the other before Mufasa can get up and reoriented himself from the daze he found himself within in order to seal his victory. 

"I must say," Shere Khan chuckled as he looked down at the other male who blinked tired crimson eyes up at him. "I was not expecting you to be such a good fighter." 

"Who…" Mufasa tried to ask, as he knew well enough that someone had helped the other, but his tired mind refused to supply him with the obvious answer.

"It really doesn't matter right now, now does it?" The tiger chuckled sinisterly as he loomed over the defeated male. 

"I suppose not." Mufasa growled back.

"Good. Now here is how things will proceed," Shere Khan began to say. "You're going to beg me for your life." 

"You're crazy if you expect me to do such a thing." Mufasa said with a level of irritation that shone brightly within his eyes.

"I suppose that I'll just have to kill you then." The tiger said with an almost lackadaisical tone covering his voice.

"I suspect that you're going to do so anyway." Mufasa could see that his death was quite clear within the other's black orbs, and so he didn't bother to delude himself into thinking that he would see tomorrow's sunrise, however, he wasn't going to give the other the satisfaction of…

"Then perhaps I should spare you and kill your mate instead." Mufasa's blood went cold as he heard these words.

"You wouldn't." The red maned lion asked in complete and utter disbelief. 

"Of course I would." Shere Khan snickered. "What use are they to me, after all?" Mufasa opened his muzzle to say something but before the words could form within his throat the victorious male continued speaking. "I have been told that she's heavy with your cub." The quiet implication of what the other was saying filled the king's heart with dread. 

"Please don't!" Mufasa begged. 

"I'm sorry, I didn't hear that. Could you please speak up?" 

"Don't! Don't hurt them!" Mufasa roared as he tried to get himself up from off the ground, Shere Khan's weight prevented him from doing so however.

"And why shouldn't I?" The tiger asked with a wide smile strapped across his sweat soaked face.

"Please, I'll do anything you want! Just don't hurt them!" Mufasa pleaded as despair rose up higher and higher within his mind.

"Anything?" Shere Khan questioned while bringing his muzzle closer to the red maned lion's battered face.

"Yes." The king nodded his head.

"Then become my breeding slut." 

Mufasa was actually horrified upon hearing these words, and yet there were two lives on the line here. His pride wouldn't allow them to suffer for its sake. "Fine." 

"I'm sorry, what was that again?" Shere Khan teased while rolling his head to the side so that one of his rounded ears twitched in front of the defeated male's face.

"YES!!" Mufasa roared into the appendage in front of him making the tiger pull back with a grimace. 

"Very good." Shere Khan said while shaking his head to reorientate his sense. The black striped feline slowly pulled himself up from off of the red maned lion and then sat down onto his haunches.

Mufasa took a moment to pick himself up, as he knew that once he did his sense of ego would find itself torn to pieces by what was to come. Once he lifted himself up from the ground the red maned lion said nothing as he looked into the black eyes of the tiger in front of him. Shere Khan said nothing, he merely raised his paw and then twirled it around in a gesture that all males made of their females. Doing so as slowly as possible Mufasa tried not to think about what was soon to happen to him, however he was unable to get the truth of his submission out of his mind as the victorious male slowly pulled himself up close to him.

"I was told that you had a small cock, but I'm actually surprised by its size." Shere Khan snorted in playful disdain.

Mufasa opened his maw to spit back a retort but he simply chose to close his mouth in quiet protest. 

When his words failed to get a rise from the other the black striped feline reached out to grab the other male's shaft and balls. "So small that I can barely feel it." Mufasa merely grunted as shame colored his cheeks a dark shade of red. "How did you ever fill another with such a tiny maleness?" Again the red maned lion said nothing, though the tip of his tufted tail did lash back behind his back in aggravation. "A silent one, eh?" Shere Khan stated before squeezing onto the king's felinehood. The king hissed but didn't speak out. "That won't do at all." The tiger tsked while releasing the other male's genitals. "What is victory without its admittance to the world?"

Mufasa didn't want to think about the other predator's words, especially once the tiger hopped up onto his back. The weight of the victorious male was a burden and a half to bear, and yet Mufasa was able to do as such by digging his paws into the muddy ground beneath his heels. Once the other had moved himself around to get into the right perch so that his ample shaft was pressed into the center of Mufasa's tailstar he then pulled himself down so that his white muzzle was right at one of the the king's ears. 

"Beg." Shere Khan ordered while dipping his crotch forward in order to awaken his sleeping rod from out of his silent sheath.

"No." Mufasa refused with a hiss.

"Remember what's on the line if you refuse me." The tiger threatened with a growl at the same time the first tip of his barbed shaft peeked out to see what all the noise was about.

"Bastard." The red maned lion snarled while clenching his eyes shut. A few seconds later the king sighed and then shakily opened his muzzle to do as he had been commanded. "Please mount me." He said with all of the gusto of someone just waking up from slumber.

"You can do better than that." Shere Khan snorted as he pressed his hip forward into Mufasa's ass breaching the outer rim of the sensitive flesh.

"Please hammer yourself home inside of me." Mufasa could have hurled the contents of his stomach up as these words left his throat. He then yowled when the dominant male began to slide himself deeper within his backside, the pressure and heat of having another within his interior was one that the king had never felt before and one that he never wished to feel again. 

"More." Shere Khan commanded as he continued sinking more and more of his plentiful girth within the defeated predator.

Mufasa tried to recall the words that his mate often said to him when they danced this dance with one another. "Placed your heavy rod inside of me and then fill my backside with your seed." The red maned lion pleaded as he felt his tailhole opening more and more for the other male.

"Louder!" Shere Khan demanded after he sunk all of himself inside of the red maned lion's backdoor. 

"Please flood my body with your warmth and show all others who you belong to." Mufasa shouted at the same time that the tiger began to hump his hips forward. 

Shere Khan made the king grovel before him as he fucked him underneath the watching stars up above. The red maned lion let the words spill from out of his mouth without really thinking about them, his mind was too focused on trying not to realize that another male was dominating him in such an absolute manner. The fact that shocks of pleasure were worming their way up throughout his body into his mind was something that Mufasa knew that he should have hated, and yet for some reason it felt better than it should have. Perhaps this was the same feelings which coursed through his own mate's backend whenever he mounted the lioness? The king didn't really know, however as his ears caught the subtle slapping noises which echoed throughout the savannah. The fact that the other predator was breathing deeply within his ears making the rounded shells lower was something teased the edge of Mufasa's senses in a way that he didn't think was right, but for which he couldn't actually resist enjoying as his own cock pushed itself out from the holster which was his cream furred sheath.

The two felines stayed within their respective positions for what seemed like forever as Shere Khan through all of himself into pounding the king's backside. Had the two been sharing this moment together in something akin to intimacy then it surely would have been one for which both would have been moaning in pleasure and joy as the black striped male was showing a level of stamina that Mufasa couldn't help but appreciate, as could be seen by how his diminutive shaft was spurting out pre-come onto the ground beneath him. Back behind him the tiger's own shaft was loosening the tight rim of his puckered entrance to the point where small strings of clear fluids poured out and then down onto the dry ground beneath the two of them. Inside of his body his backside Mufasa's as was being raked deeply by the small bristles which dotted the slightly larger feline's three inch wide shaft. The red maned lion tried to keep himself still as he was fucked by the other but instinctual need caused him to hump his rump without him meaning to. 

Shere Khan let out a laugh as he felt the other do as such. 

The fact that the defeated male was clenching around him was something that he had been feeling for a while now, but this move proved that the other had submitted to him almost completely. That knowledge caused him to reach up to hug his forelimbs around the king's chest as tightly as he could in order to cement his ownership of the other's body. Mufasa let out a hiss as he turned his head. He then forcibly stilled his hips making the tiger angry. Shere Khan let out a growl of authority as he looked down at the red maned male beneath him. Launching his head down he bit as deeply into the other's scruff as he could. Mufasa let out a gasp as the shock of sudden pain made him shiver unexpectedly. More pre-come flowed out from the tip of his barbed shaft onto the ground as pain and pleasure mixed together to become something that was actually mind boggling to him. 

A few moments later the dominant male thrust his hips forward and then spilled himself deeply inside of the defeated lion. Mufasa wished that the earth would have swallowed him whole at that point as his tiny cock spurted its load out onto the ground at the same time his guts were painted white with the other's semen. Shere Khan remained on the king's backside for what seemed like several minutes before he quickly ripped himself free from the other's ass. Mufasa let out a yelp of pain as his tired body was completely unprepared for what had just happened. 

Of course the situation only became worse when the tiger mounted him once again a few minutes later. Mufasa was only partially surprised by this, as he himself would often mount his own mate multiple times throughout the night, as his nature demanded that he constantly dump his essence deep inside of her womb in order to ensure the succession of his line. To know that the black striped male was doing the same to him was no less than physically revolting to Mufasa, at least at first. The sensation slowly became more and more pleasurable as the hours between them swam by, the larger tiger's shaft continued to strike a very deep chord within him, one that caused the red maned lion to constantly back himself up into the other's lower end. 

Shere Khan constantly teased and berated him for this, calling him a slut and a degenerate for enjoying the pleasure, and yet even as he did this he made sure to make the tryst happening between them actually exciting with the way he would lick Mufasa's ears and breath deeply into the scruff of his neck whenever he would hold onto the back of his throat. Had this been an entirely different scenario then the king would have actually admitted to rather enjoying such a taboo act, his small cock especially would have chimed in on the fun as it continued to spurt creamy froth down beneath the moistening ground beneath his legs as orgasm after orgasm ripped through his body and mind. However, every time the tiger pulled himself away, the knowledge of what was actually happening to him made Mufasa hate himself just a little more. 

Shuddering in disgust, both at himself and what he had allowed to happen once the other was finally done a numerous set of climaxes later, the red maned lion was unprepared to see the tiger stalk up in front of him. When his nose was covered by a foot long feline shaft covered in white spunk the crimson eyed lion lifted his head to look into its owner's face. Upon seeing Shere Khan smiling down at him with an authoritative smirk the king merely opened his muzzle.

Seconds later his tongue was filled with the taste of his own backside and the expulsions which came from the dominant feline's claim over him. Mufasa didn't do anything at first but when the tiger growled at him he closed his eyes and then his muzzle. The first lick made him want to wretch but he held back this sensation in favor of cleaning the breeding tool running across his taste buds. His situation was not helped by Shere Khan reaching around to grab his mane and then dragging his face deeper into his body. 

Thankfully he didn't have long to clean the other, as could be seen by the other pulling his hips back and then releasing his face. However, when the tiger opened his mouth suddenly Mufasa backed himself up in confusion. He was stopped from retreating when something large bumped into his rear. Flipping his head around the king was surprised to see Taka behind him. He was not so surprised to find the other smirking at him in a very cocky manner. He was utterly shocked to see his brother jump up onto his back in an effort to try and mount him. The red maned lion instantly fought to get the smaller male off of him, however he was unable to complete his task as he found his head slammed into the ground by a familiar paw.

"What are you doing?" The tiger asked in confusion, as this situation was not going to plan.

"Something that I've always wanted to do." The black maned lion sneered while jackhammering his scrawny hips forward into his brother's loosened ass. 

Nothing more was said by either of the two felines as the other lion went to town breeding his weakened brother, further humiliating him. Mufasa didn't think that today could get any worse, not after knowing that his brother was willingly betraying him, however this proved to be a misconception on his part. 

"Hump yourself into the mud and spill your seed, loser." Scar says as he drove himself over and over into his brother's nether end. 

Mufasa wished that the ground could have swallowed him whole at this point, however in looking to see the commanding gaze within Shere Khan's face he did as he was told. The grainy feel of the muddy ground coating itself over his body was one that made the king feel absolutely disgusted with himself, and yet he kept his focus on the reason why he was doing all of this. It was only after Scar spurted his ample load into his rump the smaller lion hopped off of him and then smashed his face into the mud. That the black maned lion sneered and cackled at him made Mufasa grunt and growl in frustration, yet he couldn't do as much about what was going on. 

"Congratulations, you've made him filthy." The black striped feline stated in a tone that was somewhere between bored and annoyed. When Scar let his brother's head up he merely shrugged. 

Shere Khan sighed as he grabbed the king by his red scruff and then dragged him to a nearby river to wash up. Once the slightly smaller lion was presentable he pushed the other into the grass underneath his feet. 

"I assume you have nothing to say about what is to happen next?" Shere Khan asked Scar though his focus was centered onto the confused lion beneath him.

"Not at all." The black maned lion chuckled.

With that said Shere Khan went back behind the king and then opened his maw wide. 

Mufasa looked behind himself in confusion as his back paws were suddenly being licked by the other male. When said parts of his anatomy suddenly began to fill the expanse of the victorious feline's throat realization over what was happening quickly filled his head. His crimson eyes fly wide in shock and disbelief as he immediately tried to crawl forward in order to get away from the tiger, however because he hadn't recovered from the earlier fight and from his subsequent abuse he finds himself too weak to pull away from the gulping throat which currently seeks to swallow him whole. The feeling of his backside filling Shere Khan's throat was a confusing one to say the least because the wet warm heat surrounding his lower end felt almost pleasurable, however the knowledge of how this process would end terrified him to no end. Animal desperation made him continue fighting even after his groin had been devoured. Looking forward into Taka's face the king pleads with the other to help him, but his cruel sibling merely watched as he was literally eaten with a sense of glee that told him that there was no hope for him. 

By the time half of his body is within the tiger's belly, of which had swollen outwards so that it is gravitating to the ground, panic and fear shattered Mufasa's mind making him desperate. Scratching at the ground proves pointless as there is nothing for his ivory claws to perch themselves on. More swallows follow with more wet warmth covering him. Crimson eyes fly wide when Shere Khan's face covers his red man. 

"TAKA, HELP ME!! PLEASE!!" Mufasa roars in a last ditch effort to beg for his brother's aid.

When the other lion got up off of his haunches to go over to his brother a fleeting sense of hope bloomed inside of the red maned lion's heart. It was quickly snuffed out when the black maned lion spoke.

"Tell me that I'm your superior." The other lion chuckled as he watched his brother's end come to pass.

"What?" Mufasa whispered in utter disbelief. 

"Tell me that I'm better than you and I'll help you." The rumble which came from Shere Khan barely phased Scar as he looked deep within his older brother's eyes. 

For a moment Mufasa didn't say anything, however the feeling of being pulled backwards into the gaping maw made words blurt out from his lips without him meaning for them to.

"You're the superior! You're better than me! Now help me!" Mufasa screamed as death loomed ever so closer to him.

"Kiss my paws, loser." Scar said at the same time he lifted one of his dirty forelimbs up before the red maned lion's face.

Mufasa did so without thought, desperation and hope mixed together as the sheer desire to want to continue living made him lick and kiss all over the dirty foot in front of him. Scar was delighted by this, as it gave him a sense of joy and victory that he had never felt before. To think that all it would take to put his brother in his place was the threat of death. Had he known this he would have thought of so many ingenious plans to place the king's life in danger in the past. However there was no way to change the past, so Scar merely enjoyed the future, at least until Shere Khan's ever gaping maw came closer to his paw. From the way the other was glaring at him Scar knew well enough that the other might try and swallow him whole if he continued with this game. 

"Long live the king." Scar says before pushing Mufasa's head into Khan's throat. 

The sound of the tiger gulping is the last thing the king heard as he found himself dumped within the confines of the squirming belly around him. The sting of his brother's betrayal and his own realization of him forsaking his pride pierced his heart rather deeply. Of course he struggled as best he could but that proved to be rather useless as his strength had completely left him by this point. The feeling of pressure rolling over his body broke something inside of Mufasa and he let out a sobbing cry that could just barely be heard outside by the two villainous felines standing within the darkness of the Pride Lands.